[TW!! There's an uncomfy scene ahead. This chapter isn't all that important to the development of the story, it's more of a background narrative chapter of Marco's life as a Mafia heir from Katarina's POV, but the events partaking here will be referenced in the future so you can choose to not read it if you want.]
"Come with me, child."
Aurelia DiBiancci had come and summoned me while I was watching Futurama and eating one of my two BLTs in the kitchen. Yes, I know how to make a good sub sandwich, it's not that hard. Where she was summoning me to? No clue, but I grabbed my plate and followed her without a word.
"Since you're probably going to be here a while, I want you to know that our house is your house, and you should see how we do things in Italia," she smiled sweetly at me, but there was a sinister look in her eyes that said she was about to show me something to try and intimidate me. Did everyone in this house have issues?
